Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Technova,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.